The Island - The Flogmaster's Story Library

18 | The Flogmaster“All right. Gladys, you’re getting this for making such afuss over your little spanking from Cook yesterday. The wayyou went on about it, you’d think she’d tried to murder you.Perhaps a sound thrashing will remind you what real pain is allabout. And I think I’ll ask Cook to beat you before you go tobed tonight. A little refresher, give you something to ponderas you sleep.”“No mercy, ma’am,” the maid whispered softly, a touchdespondent.“Now you’re getting it. That’s the Island spirit. Now whereshould I flog you?”Gladys licked her lips. Her voice was low but urgent. “If itpleases you, ma’am, it would hurt me the most if you’d flog myright cheek, down low. It’ll be murder there, where the tip dugin so deeply before. The skin there’s like raw beef.”Katherine watched, aghast, as Pamela pointed the rod rightat the indicated area, drew the tip back over her shoulder, andsnapped the stick with astonishing strength into the bulge ofbare flesh. The thwack of the cane was loud and Katherinepaled at the energy put into the stroke: she had not expected abeating would be so hard. It was painful to watch; she couldn’timagine enduring such a stroke.The attacked flesh writhed as pain rippled through thecurved mound, rebounding to its original shape after a fewseconds of quivering agony. Katherine blinked in alarm asshe wondered if she were imagining it or if the collection ofcrimson weals in that area were suddenly enlivened, brighteningto magenta. The angry lines pulsed and rippled likeliving snakes.THWACK! The cane descended again, right into thesame sulcul groove, and this time Katherine had no doubt: